#deadsexy

Little things can make a huge difference!  Checked my email today and found that I missed a notice from last month where I actually sold a couple of my super sexy shop shirts.  It completely blew me away because, well, I really don’t get much traction on them.

“I might be a little hungry,” Alexandra admitted, once she’d taken a few seconds to think about this. She fidgeted slightly in her seat, swinging her legs restlessly beneath her and glancing all over the room - looking everywhere, in fact, apart from at the textbook in front of her, from which she was supposedly doing her algebra. 

“People will start thinking you’re dramatic,” he answered, dryly. He knew his brother would be able to see through the tone and expression- Rich drummed his fingers against the arm of his chair. Shifted in his seat. Too fidgety to be unaffected. Never quite good enough to hide his frustration or doubt from Jim.

But this was how their business meetings went.

“Well that was fun." Sebastian spat a small bit of blood out of his mouth, aiming it at the dead man's feet behind him.

He was a contact of Jim's, he went by Damien Flanagan and by right shouldn't have been killed. Jim had taunted Damien and the man's anger boiled over and he pointed a gun at Jim, shouting threats. Sebastian had to put him in his place and he did so with no hesitation and no remorse. Knocking the gun out of Daimien's hands, Moran beat the shit out of him until Damien Flanagan was nothing but blood and bruises as the lad fought back. He took the man's gun and shoot him right in the head and in both eyes.

“You certainly bring out the beast in people.” Sebastian said looking back up to Jim as he wiped a small bit of blood off the corner of his mouth.

“It’s fine–” he uttered continuing to stitch up the letter inside the traitors chest cavity. Molly certainly would have done a better job, professional and all, but Jim couldn’t risk her leaving a fingerprint or a hair behind. They’d come so far– he couldn’t lose her now. She was forever in his shadow, a warm blanket to turn to when things started to get– uncomfortable.

He turned to her when he was finished, blood stained hands being wiped clean on the towel he’d brought along and he gives her a wavering smile. “Things are going to get shaken up around here, Molly-bear, I’m going to need you more than ever.”

    S O  she stood back and watched as he continued, wielding the thread and needle with a lack  of expertise, as c l u m s y as a child, though she made no more to intervene. At the tip of her tongue she had a remark about how Jim had invited her along without the want to use her skills, though she swallowed it, allowing to the warm glow of affection to seep into her bones.